The light that morning came
through a crack in the ceiling
with me squatting over a pool,
fed by some endless spring
running far under ground,
unseen, always present.
The water made images of our faces
flat with shadows, asked us
to pause, fed us with wonder,
perplexity, confusion,
hope, disconsolation.
I rose as always
to face every small triumph,
every chaotic disaster,
aching towards the routine,
but changed by an inch: I harbor
now this spring trickling inside,
unseen, always somehow present,
inverting images, translating
between what I can touch
and what I cannot all day long.
9 responses to “Be it ever so”
And we do change by the inch, don’t we? Nicely penned.
Thank you! Yes, if we pay attention. 🙂
One of my favorite lines, too, along with “fed us with wonder.” The water image is so powerful. And I just love what you do with the commas. 🙂
Thanks for noticing the commas! They were here, there, in, out. 🙂
If we could take in hand our thoughts, view them from all sides, would we have a better understanding of ourselves?
Perhaps. Maybe. But are thoughts the all of it?
Their texture is always in flux, outside sources feeding them. Even just considering them affects that texture.
When you have a great iron… it makes everything easier. I now see what I have been missing.
Thank you! You are very kind.